This Is What It Is
Well It turns out
You where in no need of a heart
You’ve figured out where it was out to trout
You’ve whacked with worthless weeds of gay
But Cloud Nine is Too Hazy, isn’t it?
All these “unnecessary questions” you say-
But let me tell you this:
You didn’t foil my heart
You didn’t craft a circle of maze
So I shall catch a “phase”
You didn’t cause unbearable pain
In which I crouch in my corner
And let it take me faraway From sane
You didn’t race the rains
Or give the skies a falling grey
Responsible for the dead trees in
My Garden?
I think not
No, Dear:
You just educated me
From unwarranted Love
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